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Seoyoon, who had been whimpering and surrendering himself to sensation as if he had let go of everything, suddenly twisted his body and tried to escape from Kijung’s embrace. Kijung frowned and thrust more forcefully below. Immediately, a scream burst forth.

“Ah! Haa, stop, I’m going to cum, I feel like I’m going to…ah!”

“Hold it until I give permission.”

“Aah, ah! Hnngh, just a little, gently, uh…!”

Though Kijung told him to hold back, he moved completely contrary to his words. He twisted the angle to rub more intensely against the inner walls, pressing harder on that spot that made Seoyoon’s vision go white. He thrust deep inside to the furthest reaches that had become dense like fruit dripping with juice, and when Seoyoon cried out, he rotated his hips while still inserted, carelessly stirring the weak inner flesh that had never experienced such contact before.

By the time Seoyoon came to his senses, thick white liquid was already spilling in spurts from the tip of his genitals. Kijung looked back and forth between Seoyoon’s genitals and face with a reproachful gaze.

Though part of his mind thought this was terrible, Seoyoon just felt dazed, as if the first climax he’d ever experienced had taken away even his sense of fear. Perhaps it was because he had just been moaning as if he couldn’t breathe. The apology that had become almost habitual didn’t come out either, and he just moved his lips with a sound like hiccuping.

Kijung, who had been watching Seoyoon expressionlessly, suddenly gave that faint smile of his and lowered his upper body again.

“Since we agreed to do it normally, I’ll let it slide just for today. You’ll receive punishment for your mistake all at once next time.”

Seoyoon tried to say thank you, but once again it got stuck on his lips. Kijung, pressed close against him, resumed the hip movements he had paused. Seoyoon’s stiff body jolted, then quickly clung tighter to Kijung’s shoulders, pressing closer on his own.

With lips that thoroughly explored his mouth while burying him into the bed, and the dizzying, chaotic pleasure of repeatedly entering and exiting deep inside his belly, Seoyoon soon became unable to think of anything. He could only desperately cling to the embrace of the master who had forgiven his inexperience. For now, he couldn’t imagine anything like the “next time” he didn’t yet know.

***

Even mental preparation was useless when something ice cold touched his heated skin. When he inadvertently blurted out that it was cold, Kijung lightly tapped his cheek with the back of his hand.

“Bear with it for a bit. Cooling it properly will make tomorrow less difficult.”

“Yes.”

It felt like being plunged into the middle of stifling heat where it was hard to breathe. That was Seoyoon’s impression of the sex that had undoubtedly become his first experience.

He couldn’t sense the passage of time, as if all his nerves were focused solely on the sensations his body was feeling. His whole body became hot to the point that he even felt like he himself was scattering and disappearing. In the end, all he remembered was crying without being able to say anything. He had begged to stop several times, but those words had no meaning in this relationship.

After a long time, when Kijung finally climaxed as well, Seoyoon collapsed in exhaustion as if he would faint at any moment. In contrast to Seoyoon, Kijung showed no signs of fatigue as he picked up Seoyoon for the third time and headed to the bathroom, where he washed the exhausted Seoyoon while spraying him with water. Though Seoyoon could have said he would do it himself, he didn’t even have the strength to open his mouth, so he just let Kijung do as he pleased.

As if a few massages with gel weren’t enough, after finishing the shower, Kijung requested chilled ice towels from the hotel and placed them on Seoyoon’s buttocks. Though it seemed a bit ridiculous, considering all the unseemly behavior he had shown Kijung earlier, lying face down with a towel on his butt was rather modest in comparison.

“How was it? I’m curious to hear your thoughts on today’s experience.”

The man in a bathrobe asked Seoyoon, who was lying face down. It would be so nice if this was something that could be evaluated simply, like “It was delicious,” “It wasn’t good,” “It was too salty,” “It was spicy,” “It was sweet.”

While Seoyoon blankly searched for words in his mind, Kijung adjusted the towel cooling his skin and asked:

“Since it was Seoyoon’s first time, and we need to talk to consider the future, feel free to speak honestly. How was being hit? Was it bearable?”

“…Yes.”

It was an honest answer, not deliberately exaggerated. However, Seoyoon carefully added, not wanting to cause any dangerous misunderstandings:

“It was bearable, but… being hit didn’t feel particularly good.”

He couldn’t relate at all to Kijung’s words about him having an aptitude for this. All he knew was how to cover pain with more pain; today too, there was no room to enjoy the pain.

If he had an aptitude for this act, shouldn’t he willingly accept the suffering itself? He would pretend to like the pain as much as he could, but when struck by Kijung’s blows, any room for acting evaporated as he was engulfed in pain.

If he couldn’t meet Kwon Kijung’s expectations, this relationship would quickly end. The worry that had pooled in a corner of his mind from the beginning hadn’t disappeared even after spending a rather passionate night.

“Even among people who enjoy these acts, those who like pain itself are a minority. It varies from person to person, but some find joy in enduring to their limits, while others feel satisfaction from receiving praise or emotional rewards afterwards. Well, that’s just what I’ve heard, since it’s not my own perspective.”

But the response was unexpectedly kind, and Seoyoon nodded slowly with clumsy understanding. He too had wanted to cling to the brief praises and caresses Kijung gave during the painful moments, hadn’t he? A drop of water given while suffering from thirst. Though relative, that momentary sense of relief was clearly worthy of being called pleasure.

Of course, it was still difficult for an ordinary person like himself to empathize with the need to throw oneself into a fire pit just to sweetly drink that single drop of water… But his own likes and dislikes were trivial matters in this relationship anyway.

“Then what did you like best?”

“What I liked most was…”

The most intense and sweet thing amidst the sticky storm that had swept through his body. This time he could answer without hesitation.

“Kisses.”

After a moment of no reaction, Kijung laughed softly as if finding the answer amusing.

Seoyoon also regretted a beat later, feeling he had given too childish a response, but there was nothing he could do. Even if he tried to fabricate his impressions, he would need some knowledge to make it plausible, but when it came to lovemaking, Han Seoyoon was a complete novice who had just taken his first steps.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Leaving those words tinged with laughter, Kijung quickly returned to his original appearance in front of the prone Seoyoon. Seoyoon blankly watched as Kijung adjusted his clothes, tightened the necktie he had loosened, and put on his wristwatch.

“Oh.”

The towel that had been cold soon became lukewarm from body heat. It seemed he had nearly dozed off, lulled by that temperature. When a new towel touched his buttocks, his body startled awake just as it was about to fall into a deep sleep. Kijung asked with an amused tone:

“Are you tired?”

“No.”

“Well, it’s already late. If you’re sleepy, do you want to stay and sleep here?”

“No! It’s fine. Suddenly staying out overnight would be a bit difficult.”

After shaking his head in surprise, Seoyoon finally remembered the phone he had put away. Noticing Seoyoon’s curious expression about the time, Kijung showed him his watch. It was almost midnight.

Though he had told his family he would be home late, it had gotten later than expected. It seemed about time to head back, but Seoyoon wondered when Kwon Kijung would give permission to leave. After hesitating, he spoke up first:

“Director, I think I should head back now.”

“How precise. Back to ‘Director’ right away.”

“Ah, I’m sorry. Then should I continue…?”

“Call me whatever you’re comfortable with. As I said before, that title is enough during playtime.”

Meanwhile, quite a few messages seemed to have come to Kijung’s phone. He briefly looked at his phone and tapped the touchpad before coming to sit next to Seoyoon. While examining the skin under the towel, he continued speaking:

“It’s not used much these days, but in the past, places for this kind of play were sometimes called dungeons.”

“…Isn’t that a term used in games?”

“That’s right. Same meaning. A place for gameplay, a space separate from reality. So think of what happens in here as only for that time, and forget about it.”

“Yes.” Seoyoon nodded slightly as he answered. The places he had been hit were still hot, and the lingering sensations of the sticky contact he had experienced for the first time in his life, along with the painful ecstasy, were still floating in his body. Though he felt a hollowness in his chest at being told to forget, he understood it meant he should compose himself, including those physical and emotional remnants.

“You can get up now.”

Seoyoon slowly got up and put on the clothes he had taken off. He hadn’t noticed while being hit, but now that the “punishment” was over, rather than the struck areas hurting, various other places ached. It seemed his muscles were shocked from being so tense.

Compared to Kwon Kijung, his attire was simple, so he was quickly ready to leave the hotel. His newly freed body was sluggish and couldn’t hurry, but his anxiety grew as time passed without waiting. Perhaps his inner unease showed on his face, as Kijung commented while putting on his jacket:

“I understand your father is quite strict. I’ll drive you home, so don’t worry.”

“It’s fine. I already told them I’d be late due to work.”

“Since we’re dating now, I should greet them too.”

Seoyoon just blinked, unsure how to respond to those words. Kijung chuckled at Seoyoon’s reaction.

“That was the condition for Han Seoyoon-ssi to play with me, right? To publicly date outside.”

“…Thank you.”

There was nothing else to say besides the curt thanks. Seoyoon thought Kijung acted faster than he looked, but then remembered how he had sought Seoyoon out again, drawn by the wounds on his wrists, and realized he was consistent. Recalling Kijung’s words that Seoyoon seemed quite interesting, Seoyoon smiled silently. He wanted to return those exact words.

When they went downstairs, a car was already waiting at the lobby entrance, ready to depart. Kijung got in the driver’s seat, and Seoyoon in the passenger seat. The car glided smoothly without much vibration.

“Since we’ve agreed to keep meeting, let’s settle a few simple things.”

Kijung spoke first as they entered the road. Seoyoon looked at his profile as he gripped the steering wheel.

“First, since we’ve become intimate enough for sex, let’s both be sure to properly manage our pheromones.”

“Yes. I’ve never experienced any side effects from pheromone suppressants so far.”

“I take medication that includes contraceptive functions, so you just need to take care of your own body. If you’re concerned about my physical condition, I can provide you with a medical examination report.”

“That’s alright.”

Someone of Cheongkwang Group’s third generation status would surely take care of their health. Perhaps due to fatigue, Seoyoon just felt it didn’t matter either way. In fact, before going on the arranged date, Seoyoon had undergone a thorough medical examination including STD testing and sent those documents to Cheongkwang. Kijung asked with a smile:

“Do you trust me?”

“I trust Cheongkwang.”

He meant it sincerely. It was because he trusted the Cheongkwang name that he had set the condition of acting as a lover in front of others. He hoped that when Chairman Kwon Muntaek heard the news of him becoming Kwon Kijung’s partner, he would reconsider the severed relationship with Daeryung Trading, and that it would give surrounding companies the image that they were a company worth doing business with again.

Company management had always been the domain of his adoptive father and brother, while Seoyoon was in the position of studying art, so he didn’t know much about business. But he had observed for a long time that affairs between companies often depended considerably on the likes, dislikes, and emotional aspects that arose from human relationships. His adoptive father had also inherited the business and mingled with similar people for socializing and networking, until at some point emotions got entangled and he dreamed of stepping away from management to pursue a challenge in politics.

It was not necessary to always conclude with marriage. Sometimes, simply prolonging things could be advantageous. Kwon Kijung was a card worth having as an ally, even if only temporarily.